Yeah, you know it. You started a new job and were excited about the new opportunity and the novelty of it all, but as time passes and the novelty wears off, you realize your salary is crap, your boss is toxic, there’s no possibility to grow in the company and it’s not worth it to spend 3 hours on public transportation to go to work and go back home. It’s just not worth it. Continue reading →

If you stop for a second and seriously think about it, in the end everything sums up in a lone, deep thought: “Why worry?” The only reason to live is love, and the only reason to love is life. I had neither of those, at least not until recently. He is my “why worry?”.

I don’t exactly know who I really am, not before and not now. But I know very well who I want to be. The thing is that, in life, nobody cares to know who you are, they care about what you’re not. It’s so much easier to classify you and categorize you that way. I’ve been categorized as a smart aleck, a know-it-all, a bookworm. Do I want to stay that way?

The truth is that our acquaintances, our friends and our loved ones live on, and, through them, so do we. It’s not about what you had, it’s about what you gave. It’s not about what you looked like, it’s about what you did with the time that was given to you, how you lived your life. And it’s not only about being remembered. It’s about giving people a good reason to remember you.

Love is too strong an emotion to hide it for a long time. Deny it, and suffer the consequences. Admit it, and suffer the consequences. Unveiling it may bring an embarrassment or it may bring a release. And whatever the result is, it is in other people’s hands to be determined.

Once we start transforming, we never stop. We change. Not completely, but we more or less adapt to our new shape, our new feelings. The hardest part of this natural process is to go with the flow and let it happen. There is a moment and a place in life for each thing. A moment to be someone, and once that has happened, an opportunity to become someone else. And, if we’re lucky, there’s also a moment to love somebody and become a loved person, too.